[Verse 1]
With some crip n***as and they love to say “What’s cracking?”
With some blood n***as and they love to say “What’s bracking?”
Got up off my ass and had to make some shit happen
Now these motherfuckers more worried ‘bout some fashion
Came from the bottom, seeing nothing but the top
Everybody saying Tate Kobang ain’t gon’ pop
I drop Bank Rolls and that shit was s’posed to flop
Now I’m in the kitchen cooking up, I’m ‘bout to drop
Black shades on, it’s the bands and you know
Chillin’ out in Cali with my motherfucking bro
Riding through the city in that black six four
Throwing deuces in the air to the motherfucking locs
Yeah I used to struggle, n***a couldn’t afford to eat
Now I’m in the A and I got Nitti on the beat
Rolling through the bottom with the burner on the seat
N***a run up on me, then it’s RIP

[Hook]
Five bad hoes and they all tryna fuck
All tryna fuck, all tryna fuck
Give them bitches a bottle, let ‘em pour up a cup
Pour up a cup, pour up a cup
Five bad hoes and they all tryna fuck
All tryna fuck, all tryna fuck
Give them bitches a bottle, let ‘em pour up a cup
Pour up a cup, pour up a cup

[Verse 2]
Top let down, blowing smoke to the clouds
Police pull us over ‘cause they caught a whiff of loud
Standing on the stage, I’m ‘bout to dive in the crowd
See a couple snow bunnies tryna fuck right now
In the hotel, towel underneath the door
Bitch I got that guap, I done bought the whole floor
Somebody baby mama getting fucked next door
I walked up with my iPhone just to press record
You a pussy to the bone, I’m a gangster to the core
These n***as sleeping on me, let them motherfuckers snore
Empty out them clips, man you know I got more
I bet one cup of lean will turn you wifey to a whore
Bad white bitch like she came from Jersey Shore
Bang bang bang, that’s the police at the door
They kicked in with they pistols, everybody on the floor
They looking for that pack but we don’t have no more

[Hook]
Five bad hoes and they all tryna fuck
All tryna fuck, all tryna fuck
Give them bitches a bottle, let ‘em pour up a cup
Pour up a cup, pour up a cup
Five bad hoes and they all tryna fuck
All tryna fuck, all tryna fuck
Give them bitches a bottle, let ‘em pour up a cup
Pour up a cup, pour up a cup

[Verse 3]
Chill with all that flexing, stay the fuck up out my section
Still 100 thousand, please consider that a blessing
The way she looking at me you would think she want to talk shit
If she get a lil closer I might fuck around and let her
Think he mad ‘bout a bitch, I don’t want no bitches messing
I’ma worry ‘bout the cheese, and the lettuce, and the dressing
If I get her I’ma pick her on sight, it ain’t no question
If I got it, I’ma pull it on sight, no second guessing

[Hook]
Five bad hoes and they all tryna fuck
All tryna fuck, all tryna fuck
Give them bitches a bottle, let ‘em pour up a cup
Pour up a cup, pour up a cup
Five bad hoes and they all tryna fuck
All tryna fuck, all tryna fuck
Give them bitches a bottle, let ‘em pour up a cup
Pour up a cup, pour up a cup